On Father’s Day

I lost my father when I was five. He died last Friday.

He saved many hearts and broke a few others.

He gave to many, withheld from some.

His musical talent flows through me.

But so does a melancholy born of a tender age.

I grieve—not for what was

But for what could never be.

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